Burrell's at his desk, Foerster and Daniels in front of him, as Foerster bitterly reminds us that "the co-operator" (Orlando) claims he can "buy weight" from Stringer or Avon. Daniels says that Orlando's lying. "How can you be sure?" asks Foerster. Daniels licks his lips: "How much dope or coke do you think gets Avon Barksdale into the room? A kilo? Two kilos? Twenty kilos? We are not going to buy our way up the ladder here. These people do not touch the drugs. They don't go near the drugs. The wire is what gives us Barksdale." Finally: conversion! That's at least a two-point conversion. Burrell huffs, looking at Foerster. "Buy-bust, lieutenant," says Burrell, for the eight millionth time. "It's what I asked you for months ago. It's what we do successfully, time and again, to make these cases." Daniels looks to Foerster, but probably not for support, as Foerster just shrugs. How has Daniels not burned out on police work yet? I couldn't hack my most bureaucratically rigid workplace more than a couple of years, and that was just calling alumni at my university for donations.
Another day. McNulty's at the bus station, putting Omar on a bus and asking, "Why New York?" Omar says that there must be something happening there: "Too big a town, you know what I mean?" Totally. Yesterday, there was a street fair with corn on the cob! McNulty asks whether Omar doesn't believe in the truce, and Omar says that's why he asked for the money: "If he'd-a said, 'We ain't paying, just be happy to live,' I'd-a been like, 'They keeping it real.' But he say, 'Come on down for five thousand dollars,' I'm like, 'Man, please.'" McNulty chuckles, delighted at Omar's superior game-theory skills. Omar says that he hasn't asked for much, but that he could use some travelling money: "I'm saying, I could go around the block and get myself paid, but I'm thinking..." McNulty cheerfully gives in to the shake-down, reaching for his wallet and handing over a few bills as he reminds Omar to keep in touch with McNulty's pager, since they'll need him for the Gant trial. He tells Omar to "go easy," and they bump fists. "Stay free," McNulty adds as he leaves, possibly as a reminder for Omar to pick him up McNulty's favourite New York zine.
Night in the detail office. Orlando's cuffed, sitting grimly beside Carver, as Daniels plays a phone recording setting up a meeting, and then delivers a briefing. They have $30,000 in buy money from the DEA: "But the thing is, they can't have that money walking on them." "Definitely not," pipes up some dude in a DEA windbreaker. Daniels says that Kima will be in the car for the buy, "fronting as [Orlando's] girl." "Looking the part, too," cracks Carver, and we cut to Kima, all done up like Foxy Brown; she flips him off -- also just like Foxy Brown. Daniels asks where Kima's weapon will be, and Kima says that he may pat her, so she'll have to stash it in the car. She figures that when Savino comes from "the Cut Rate," he'll get in the front seat, so she'll put her gun up under the rear seat. Daniels says that they won't be able to get close enough for visual surveillance, but the car will be "a live wire": "Kima will be throwing us 20s whenever she can." He cedes the floor to Ronnie, who reminds Orlando that his plea agreement is contingent on his co-operation, and that a buy-bust on Savino is "less co-operative than a buy-bust from someone higher up on the food chain": "If you can get Savino talking about Avon or Stringer, that's better for us, and better for you." Carver points out that since the Barksdalies already know that "Orlando got jacked on a reverse buy," they might assume that Orlando's snitching. Prescient words from the young officer. "I need money for a lawyer, right?" says Orlando. "That's the story," Daniels agrees. "He got popped, and now he needs to get right back into it to pay the bondsman and the lawyer. All right -- let's make this work." If Tim Gunn ever said that in such a pessimistic tone of voice, I would worry about the designers using their seam rippers to open their veins. The DEA guy hands Kima a bag: "Careful. That's my career you're holding there." Kima's like, "Really? 'Cause I'm going into battle in an outfit they couldn't sell at Dress Barn and doesn't include a bulletproof vest. We've all got problems." As the detail rolls out, McNulty looks sickly.